STOP Cutting Poems

STOP Cutting Poems

Poems about Stopping Cutting

Many people face extremely difficult problems on a daily basis, which can be emotionally exhausting. Cutting to feel physical pain may quickly become preferable to feeling deep emotional anguish every day. If you have succumbed to cutting, you might find it quickly turns into a dangerous addiction. It takes courage to identify the source of your emotional pain and get help, but it is worth it. Recovery can take months or even years, but this is a battle you can win. Confiding in a trusted friend or your parents, even if it means writing down your feelings in a letter is one positive step towards recovery.

25 STOP Cutting Poems

  1. 1. Self-Destruction

    • By Jess
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2015

    I wrote this to describe a type of addiction: self-injury (cutting).
    This was written based off of one of my own past experiences.

    Poem Showing Shame Of Addiction To Cutting

    I see you sitting there, so shiny and sharp
    I wonder what it's like to be able to stop
    All this pain spills onto me like a river of decay
    It's not you, it is I who has a price to pay

    It has only been 6 months
    But still the pain grows nearer
    I didn't think again I'd have to face this fear

    I now feel ashamed
    So disgraced and to blame
    Self-destruction has become my middle name

    This once was an outlet
    To escape the world
    Now it has become my own addiction

    Has built up inside of me
    She is my only friend

    I now feel ashamed
    So disgraced and to blame
    Self-destruction has become my middle name

    This once was an outlet
    To escape the world
    Now it has become my own addiction

    Has built up inside of me
    She is my only friend

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  3. 2. A Hidden Horror

    • By Jenna Burnell
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2009

    I'm 14 years old, and I have a problem with cutting myself. I never meant to hurt anyone but myself when I wrote this. Right now my parents still do not know that I cut myself, but I plan to tell them soon. My friends are very concerned with my physical health. They're afraid that I will -cut myself to death-. But as I said, I'm only 14. I'm in 8th grade, and I have a problem with cutting..

    Everyone has problems,
    Some may be worse and some not as bad.
    But when it comes to hurting yourself,
    All you feel is sad...

    Trying just to get away,
    Hiding myself from the world.
    Trying to make it all better,
    When I'm finally becoming up-whirled...

    Looking for an escape,
    Just thinking I should die.
    Telling my parents what they want to hear,
    Knowing that it's all a lie...

    I go upstairs and go through my drawer,
    Then finally pull it out.
    Cutting and cutting,
    Until I eventually feel worn-out...

    I hide it each day, everyday I live,
    Just hoping no one will find out.
    I don't do it to die, I just do it to let go,
    And hoping someday I'll finally breakout.

    Breakout of my shell and finally reveal,
    A secret that has forever been sealed...

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  5. 3. Screaming For Pain

    • By Anais
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2011

    I'm in the starting portion of quitting, but I don't understand a lot of it. I'm only 12, and have already a lot of scars. I'm trying my hardest to keep away from the basic objects, but find myself at school testing out pieces of broken glass on fingers. I have lost many friends to my habit... I need to stop.

    The beads of blood,
    the stains in my heart,
    I cover the scars,
    family is the only one I hurt.

    They said 'We love you,
    but we need you to stop',
    I didn't understand why,
    I could just crop.

    I feel aggravated,
    I need to get away quick!
    I'll use anything,
    I'm starting to feel sick.

    my head is screaming,
    I'm not sure why,
    I'm on a cloud,
    watching from the sky.

    I awake in a new place,
    I am surrounded,
    the chair is tough,
    but at least my feet are grounded.

    They tell me to stay seated,
    but where's the people I know?
    the doctor's talking,
    my arms will never again show.

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  6. 4. My Saving Thought

    • By Zoey
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2018

    I am a 15 year old cutter. I have been struggling with cutting since I was 11. Then I met this guy. He has helped me cope with the sexual abuse that I went through for years, and he is helping me through my addiction to cutting. He is the reason I'm still trying. He's the reason I'm still alive today.

    The Importance Of A Friend

    I sit here, letting my mind wander.
    I let it wander too far.
    As she whispers my name, I scream, "No."
    She continues to whisper to me.
    That soothing voice in my head.

    I refuse to give in.
    She will only hurt me.
    Her ways will slowly kill me.
    I scream at her that I will not.
    I know she will only make things worse.

    She promises to help.
    She quietly tells me she can make it better.
    She comforts me with her words.
    She says she can fix it all.
    She very quietly whispers, "The blade."

    I know it will soothe me.
    I know it will help.
    I know it will make me forget,
    Forget the monsters inside my head,
    Forget the pain.

    She is now yelling for the blade.
    She screams that it'll help.
    She tells me it'll fix everything.
    She promises that it'll make me okay.
    She forces me to grab the blade.

    I hold the blade.
    I think about him.
    His soft voice.
    His saving arms.
    I imagine the disappointment in his eyes.

    He saves me.
    He fixes things.
    He helps.
    He makes me forget the monsters.
    He is what I need.

    Her screams mean nothing,
    Nothing to his whispers.
    Her promises mean nothing,
    Nothing compared to his loving voice.
    He is all I need.

    One last glance at that blade
    Enrages me by the thought,
    The thought of his disappointed look,
    The saddest look.

    The blade scares me.
    I throw it.
    The voice screams.
    I ignore it.
    His smile shines.

    I will not let this destroy me.
    I am loved.
    I am wanted.
    I have a reason not to bleed.
    I will not let this happen.

    I picture his face.
    I smile.
    I imagine his voice.
    I laugh.
    I feel his love.

    I'm no longer sad.
    I no longer want that blade.
    I no longer need her voice.
    I just need him.
    The thought of him saves me.

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  7. 5. They Think They Know

    • By Mackenzie Delancey
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2014

    Some may say that my poems are just random words scribbled on a page with no meaning whatsoever. But, as usual, they're wrong. Dreadfully, terribly wrong. My poems ARE me. Everything that I endure pours through me and onto the many pages of pain and agony. Though my poems may be depressing, this one in particular, they ARE me. I don't know any other way of expressing my feelings without coming out to be weak. I'm sorry if they are a bit dreadful, but I don't know what else I'm supposed to do.

    Poem About People Not Understanding Why I Cut Myself

    "Stop cutting yourself!" they scream.
    "It's the first stage of suicide," they say,
    But they just don't understand, do they?
    They don't understand what it's like.
    What it's like to feel SO ... MUCH ... PAIN.
    What it's like to feel so much emptiness.
    Everything I go through!
    Everything I lock away inside
    NOBODY understands!

    They think they do though.
    They think they have me all figured out.
    They ALL think they know how it feels,
    But in reality
    They have no idea.

    Nor will they ever.

    So why do I do it?
    Why do I go through more pain?

    It blocks everything out.
    It makes the pain go away
    Or at least numbs me.
    I can't really feel the pain through all the tears.

    But only for a little while.
    Sooner or later the pain returns
    All at once
    With no warning,
    And the whole cycle of ruin, emptiness, and pain
    To me
    Once more,

    For me to endure
    By myself,


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  8. 6. What Really Goes On

    No one truly knows what goes on in the life of a cutter... Unless you are one

    We all have a friend
    Who's silver and shines
    It pierces our skin
    And draws the red lines

    It leaves several scars
    Over the years
    But it lets out our screams
    As well as our fears

    It gives us relief
    We need the sensation
    But we keep it a secret
    We hate the attention

    Those perfect red lines
    They become such a burden
    But we do it anyway
    Because we're tired of hurting

    Some call us psycho
    But we know they're all wrong
    They all know what to be
    We don't know where we belong

    We hide the scars
    Under jackets and sleeves
    Our loved ones don't know
    The cuts stay unseen

    We try to act fine
    So no one'll know
    But sometimes we slip
    And the cracks begin to show

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  9. 7. Strength

    • By Teagan Delgado
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2012

    I hope anyone who can relate to the beginning will take this as a push to get help. You deserve to live this wonderful life and people love you. So please, ask for help! Put your pride aside! It's worth it, people want to help.

    Poem About How To Stop Cutting

    She hurts and she cries
    No one sees the depression in her eyes
    The little girl smiles for everyone to see
    While she asks herself "why is it so hard to be me?"
    It never ends, she feels
    I will never fully heal
    She does things she has never understood
    Cuts as a distraction from the internal pain
    Finally realizing doing so, has no gain
    She wants to save herself
    Takes the blades off her shelf
    Finds the courage deep inside
    Screams I don't want to die
    She is better now
    When others ask her how
    She replies,
    Life is beautiful, that's not a lie.
    I'm going to do great things in the life I have ahead of me and you can too
    Follow me and I'll show you
    Watch the breeze; blow the leaves on the trees
    Let it blow away negative thoughts and feelings, because it's time to be free
    You can beat this, I know you can
    Because that little girl that smiled through her pain, with tears in her eyes...
    She did, she survived.

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  10. 8. Just One More Time

    • By Jessica
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2009

    This is my addiction I want to give it up but like the poem says I just can't. I give all my friends great advice but why cant I do that for myself and just be happy? Please someone tell me!!

    She promises herself
    It'll be just one more time
    And then no more
    but she's made these promises
    A thousand times before
    She's hidden the blade
    Away from everyone else
    somewhere she hopes she'll forget herself
    but the whole world knows that she's depressed
    the whole world knows her life's a mess
    What people don't understand is the reason why
    And the reason why she needs to lie
    Nobody understands why she can't be truthful
    and be the person she longs to be
    if somebody looked deep into her eyes
    I wonder what they'd see
    Would it be a fantasy life
    Or would it be reality
    Only she knows the answers
    But she'll never tell
    The reasons why her life's a living hell

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  11. 9. Breaks Me

    • By Raeanne Laudato
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2011

    My name is Raeanne, I'm eighteen. When I was fourteen years old, I attempted suicide. The razor was my friend, not my enemy. I'm not afraid to share my story, to share what I've been through. I see all these kids now who are dealing with what I went through, the bullying, the torment, the name calling, the feeling that's there no help. But there is, and I'm here to instill hope in their hearts, to show them that they're not alone, though they may think they are. There's always someone who cares.

    Beating The Cutting Addiction

    I walk through these halls, I take note of it all.
    I notice the tans, the fads and even those designer bags.
    I hear the names being called, I notice the lies.
    I feel the heavy atmosphere full of rumors and hidden lives.

    I sit in the corner, the last desk of the row.
    like a black and white picture fading away.
    the point, the stare, their laughter fills the air.
    no sleeves to hide what I've done, only a painted veil.

    I remember that night, the night they all laugh about.
    if only they were there, if only they knew, what this game could do to you.

    The screams were loud, my door was locked, the bruise was bold.
    The steel was cold, my skin was warm, the room was dark, my tears were not shown.
    I fell to my knees, I looked to the sky; I at least tried to cry.
    the crimson river was like a rush, and then I saw the ocean that flowed.
    I cut too deep, but I didn't care; anything to not be here.
    I felt like air, I fell to the ground, and then I couldn't hear a sound.

    I next woke up in a hospital bed, my mother was crying.
    My father beside me. They told me they loved me, they kissed and hugged me.
    They showed me they loved me, they actually care.
    and they took me away from there, to Pennsylvania.

    A few years later, I sit here, writing this poem, remembering that year.
    I'm different now. I have many friends, I have a true love, I have my own life.
    Sadness is gone, the anger has vanished, and now I no longer cut for satisfaction.
    I beat the addiction; I feel so much stronger,
    but I keep these scars as a reminder.
    What breaks me, makes me.

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  12. 10. Pain, Cuts, And Scars

    • By Destiny Bumpus
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2012

    I'm fourteen and have a bad history. When I was three my parents would get into physical fights and I would get in between them. I would get hit and hurt badly. They divorced and my mom got with a d***. For 3 years he abused me. With all the hurt I started cutting. Then I got a wonderful boyfriend that got me to stop cutting. Sometimes I feel the need to cut but I talk to him instead and sometimes he runs to my house just to hold me. I love him and he is truly my savior.

    The blood doesn't pour out anymore,
    But the scares still show,
    Will these wounds heal or be forever sore,
    The memories shine a bright glow.

    The pain still remains,
    The tears still fall,
    Rivers of the blood still stains,
    My wall remains tall.

    A razor blade craved into my wrist,
    Every cut shows pain,
    Every scar has a story with a twist,
    To many problems to explain.

    There is no where to hide,
    No reason to even try,
    Inside I have already died,
    As I disappear, I break down and cry.

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  13. 11. Letter From A Razor

    • By Carrina
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2013

    Ex-cutter. Never start. The addiction consumes you and one day, the razor's voice will be the only one you hear. Stay strong.

    While you were away today,
    Some unkind words were said.
    My orders you surely did disobey
    When you left me on your bed.

    I had told you to stay here,
    To hold me in your hand,
    But it has become clear -
    The pain you cannot withstand.

    You have wandered into your room,
    Empty and dull.
    You are to use me, I presume;
    I will draw you into a lull.

    Your eyes find me and you snatch me up.
    You lower me to your wrist and make the first cut.
    There was a time you were innocent; this I did corrupt.
    Now bloody memories we do construct.

    Amusing is your addiction,
    Your dire need to play.
    Daily you fill your prescription,
    And the price you do pay.

    Scars marr your once even flesh,
    Each a memory of a cruelty at best.
    Some represent a touch of crazy in your head...
    But with me, we make these thoughts dead.

    Run me across your skin again and again.
    Use me more and more.
    Now your thoughts will surely blend;
    The red silk from your arm still warm.

    Perhaps you cut too deep,
    And now you've left for good.
    Think of it as going to sleep.
    We both knew you someday would.

    Now you have left me all alone
    When you breathed your last breath;
    You've been taken far, far from home.
    Now we both may finally rest.

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  14. 12. The Girl In The Corner

    • By Kaylee Everhaert
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2017

    Hello, I'm Kaylee, and I am suffering from major depression. This is a poem I wrote about a week ago. It was one of my really bad days, and no one seemed to notice, so I went to a corner with a pen and paper and ended up writing a poem about how I felt. I hope you can understand what I mean by this poem.

    When No One Notices

    There is a girl who sits in the corner.
    Her heart is crying out.
    There are people all around her,
    But no one seems to hear her shout.

    Her life was once happy,
    Full of love and care.
    She was always laughing.
    There was always someone there,

    But now her life seems empty.
    What's missing, she doesn't know.
    She wears a mask every day.
    Her true feelings she doesn't show.

    Her once colorful and cheerful life
    Has turned so dull and grey.
    She once enjoyed her group of friends;
    Now she just wishes them away.

    For when she is by herself,
    She can break free from her shell.
    She can let the unhappiness break free
    And unleash the devil from hell.

    Because at the end of the day,
    When everyone's in their beds asleep,
    The misery surrounds her,
    And the pain, it cuts so deep.

    She wants somebody to listen,
    Someone to understand.
    But when she opens up,
    Nobody wants to lend a hand.

    So she waits until the sun finally sets
    To open up once more.
    This time it's no longer in words,
    But it results in terrible sores.

    These sores cry their tears at night.
    The tears aren't transparent but a deathly red.
    As they cry, she feels a release
    From the terrible pain in her head.

    Some people would say she is crazy.
    Some people would say she is mad,
    But she can't resist the temptation when it arrives,
    Even though she knows it's bad.

    No one will ever understand this urge.
    It's something she can't explain.
    She feels shame for the scars on her body
    But always ends up doing it again.

    You see, this girl is a victim
    Of something she can't comprehend.
    Deep in her heart she knows she must stop,
    For her life she doesn't want to end.

    But for now it's the only way she knows
    To stop feeling the loss of love and care,
    Because at the moment she's invisible.
    No one notices she's there.

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  15. 13. Her Habit

    • By Rachel
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2013

    This poem isn't about me. It's about my best friend. It's been a 3-year battle with herself. It took me a lot of guts to write this...I hope you like it.

    Poem To Best Friend About Cutting

    It controls her.
    She can't stop it.
    It's a constant battle.
    She can't drop it.

    It has become a habit.
    She can't quit.
    It's taking over her body
    Bit by bit.

    The scars fade,
    But the memories don't.
    She wants them to leave,
    But they refuse...they won't.

    It's an ongoing battle.
    It's a fight she never wins.
    It's a constant struggle.
    It's a war that never ends.

    It's her sweet escape.
    It gets her lost in her own place.
    She gets to control the pain.
    As her adrenaline starts to race.

    She grabs it off the dresser
    As a tear falls from her cheek.
    She presses even harder,
    Reminding herself not to shriek.

    No one understands.
    No one ever will.
    This habit now controls her
    As the world around her stands still.

    But now the room is spinning.
    Her head is getting light.
    She falls back in her bed.
    Refusing to put up a fight.

    She takes one last breath as she turns out the lights.
    Then she closes her eyes as she calls it a night.

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  16. 14. Break The Addiction To Cutting

    • By Alix DB
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2008

    This poem was written when my friend was cutting. I cut for a very long time and no one saw, but Lou was always there, and when she cut, I promised I would help her. It was written from my own experiences. Enjoy and God bless you ALL!

    Crying in your room,
    You can't face the pain.
    You search around
    For something sharp.

    Your tears dry.
    You pull the sleeve up
    And place the blade
    Upon your arm.

    You press on the blade.
    You feel it enter your skin.
    Relief? OR

    You battle though school.
    The cuts are sore from your blazer.
    You hardly dare to
    Do P.E.

    You know it's not right,
    But is it the only way.
    You want to stop,
    But the pain will still be here.

    You fight to keep alive.
    Every day a new battle,
    Every day a new scar,
    Every day hopeless life.

    That night you cut one more cut,
    Slice once more.
    Kill the pain,
    Kill the habit.

    You throw out the blade,
    The blade which helped.
    Your best friend,
    Your worst enemy.

    You're forced to do P.E.
    You fumble with your shirt,
    Scared of the eyes.
    Your friend sees the cuts.

    You're going to lunch.
    She grabs your arm,
    You flinch with the pain.
    You catch sight of her arm.
    She has the same.

    She talks, she's been there.
    She knows.
    You talk about home.
    She understands.

    The pain is the same.
    You break the addiction
    With her help.
    She knows.

    She cares.

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  17. 15. Behind The Mirror

    • By Lana
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2012

    I'm 14, I don't really know what to do anymore. Everyday the pain inside is worse than my cuts. But poetry kind of replaces cutting sometimes. Thank you.

    Behind the mirror is a girl
    Who looks a bit like me
    But I'm a bit more real
    And darker inside, see?

    She smiles, you would never guess
    That inside she cries
    And screams and screams in silence
    As she lies and lies

    Her skin is scarred like mine
    With deep rivets in her arm
    The freshest one day old
    Such a cause for alarm

    But no one seems to see
    Or hear her as she cries
    As each day she withers
    And ever slowly dies.

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  18. 16. It Started With A Razor

    This is about people who can't take it anymore but wish that they could hold on.

    As tears run down her face,
    she realized she's made a mistake.
    An utter suffocation,
    she's trying to hold on.
    But the pain,
    the pain's too strong.
    The bloods running down her wrist.
    Her eyes are going shut,
    but she's trying to hold on
    while voices in her head are saying something is going wrong.
    She doesn't know where she is or even why she did it.
    It started with a razor and a few little cuts
    but became addictive and she cut too much.
    Now she's laying on her bed,
    wishing she could go back.
    As the world disappears and everything goes black.

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  19. 17. Escape

    • By Shauna Jay Andersen
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2013

    Going through a hard time, and parents don't understand. I'm not being bullied or anything like other people out there. I'm just very depressed and emotional, but if you are, stay strong and stop self-harm. I'm trying, so should you. 14 years old, poem written in about 10 minutes.

    Poem About Beauty Inside

    She doesn't understand her beauty inside,
    so she cries
    all them tears that fall from her eyes
    and the pain she tries to hide

    A few know about her thoughts
    and the scars on her body
    from the people who taunt

    She wants to stop her only relief
    but with all the grief
    she feels within
    it's harder to stop
    than it is to begin

    Her parents don't understand
    and so they just shout
    and make her feel even more worthless
    and full of doubt

    She tried to explain a thousand times
    but is never able to seem to find
    what will make them listen
    instead of fight.

    So this poem is ending.
    Let's all find a alternative
    from the sharp tools across our skin,
    and hopefully you will notice
    all the beauty within.

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  20. 18. Pain Unforgotten

    • By Danni
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2013

    A look at my past life when I felt nothing would save me. But then my best friend came along and showed me that there is more to life than a blade.

    I look in the mirror
    See my past life
    The scars so pronounced
    from the blade of my knife
    A single tear drops
    From my eye to the floor
    What happened to me
    I can't take it no more
    Why did I start this
    Now I can't stop
    The blade on my skin
    I watch the blood drop
    I pull down my sleeve
    Ashamed but yet better
    I write down my thoughts
    In a suicide letter
    But then she comes along
    The best friend that I know
    She saved me from myself
    And a new world she did show
    Now scars are just scars
    And memories just fade
    And never again
    Will I touch that blade

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  21. 19. Scars

    • By Laura R
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2015

    This poem is about my battle with depression at the age of 16. I didn't know how to deal and cope with my feelings properly, so I did what many people who feel alone and want to punish themselves do--I self-destructed. Once I got therapy, writing poems about my experiences really helped. I regret what I did, but as this poem explains, it shows that no matter how low you get, you must remember you're not alone and you can survive.

    Poem About Winning The Battle Over Self-Harm

    Here on my arm lies a mark that I made.
    When I was so low, I cut with a blade
    To punish my body for being a mess,
    Though here is my testament, I must confess...

    That seeing these scars left on my arms, legs, and chest
    Makes me realize I was in a place of no rest;
    I feel guilty inside for leaving this token.
    Now I will see and remember that I was so broken.

    But seeing these scars helps me see
    That I survived so much trauma and now I am free.
    So I ask you now to stand with me and fight,
    To show all these demons what they're doing is not right.

    You won the battle of good versus bad.
    You are still alive and are no longer sad.
    Here on my arm lies a mark of survival.
    I got through my hate and beat my self-rival.

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  22. 20. Monster

    • By Emobitch01
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2012

    I'm not new to writing poetry this is just one about my best friend...It means a lot to me.

    Cutting Poem Written For A Friend

    As she lies bleeding on the floor
    She promised she would do no more
    Harm to herself she really tried
    But even she knew that she had lied
    Now she is dying and no one is home
    She has no help she is all alone
    She wants to get up and fix it all
    But there is no one left for her to call
    Now as she dies on the floor
    She hears everyone calling her a whore
    She hears them calling out cutter-slut
    Now she wishes she didn't cut
    She wishes she could prove them wrong
    But now that dream sounds far too long
    She made the choice and now she will loose
    She wishes that she could choose
    If she could she would choose life
    If only she didn't grab that knife
    Now she is dead and she can't be heard
    But she had so many things and words
    To tell you about and to show you now
    She could show what not to do and show you how
    To over come those things to hard
    To do on your own to play your own cards
    She would tell you it is wrong
    She shouldn't have done it all along
    But now she's dead and you can't see
    How much she really meant to me

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